Every time you think about it
It tears you up inside
You curse the day your mother
told you, your father died
Now youre always searching
Searching for the reason why Ive gone
But I will always be here
By your side, through the darkest night

Here Ill stand on the firing line
Here Ill walk through the field where I died
I will fight and let the voice ring true
I am the ghost
Standing next to you

Every night you go to sleep
You pray the Lord my soul to keep
You dont know Ive not gone away
You see I watch over fighting men
So they can have peace again
And maybe someday you will all be free

Here Ill stand on the firing line
Here Ill walk through the field where I died
I will fight and let the voice ring true
I am the ghost
Standing next to you

You speak to me
And I feel your pride
Assuring me Ill never die
I write Mother...
"Hes here with me..."
Hes in our minds
Hes in our souls
Of sacrifice his storys told
He holds the flame of freedom for all to see

Here we stand on the firing line
Here Ill walk in the field where I fight
I will fight of die for liberty
With the ghost standing next to me

Dont tread on me...live free or die
To our fallen brothers
You died to keep us free
To our fallen brothers
Who gave us liberty